A Little Patience

4. A Million Miles Away

There was more to waking up in Seattle than Axl thought. First of all, it was quiet. Like horror movie quiet. Too quiet. Axl got up and walked into the living room. He looked at the clock and noticed it was 12:00 P.M. Axl groaned. He slept in too long. And how could it be this quiet at twelve o'clock in the morning? 

Axl walked to the kitchen as his stomach rumbled. Then he realized he had no food. Axl sighed. He didn't want to go out into the streets of L.A. He wasn't that hungry. His stomach growled once more. Or maybe he was. But they'd be serving lunch. Not like he cares. He and the band would have grilled cheese sandwiches if they really wanted to. 

Cats. That's something Seattle had a lot of. Axl could count at least fifteen cats while walking down the street. Some were old, some were young, some were mothers with kittens. Some seemed to just be friends hanging out. Friends. Damn it, Axl! Stop thinking about them! Since when did you rely on them to keep you happy? Axl thought. But he knew he always relied on his friends. Because he was so sad and introverted when he had met them and they cheered him up tremendously. He was homesick. He was so homesick he felt as if he could actually throw up from it. All of the sudden, Axl wasn't hungry anymore. He turned around and went home. 

As he walked up the steps leading to his house he saw Lilly, Kurt, and Frances playing in the yard. Courtney was on tour. Axl sighed. He wanted something like that. He had something like that. But they were a million miles away. Axl wondered if they missed him the way he missed them. He wondered if they noticed him gone. 

Axl crawled in his bed despite it being 12:30 in the morning, and he started crying. They were soft cries. Like when he didn't want his friends to know he was hurt. His cries were never loud. He never wanted them to be. But today he decided to let it all out. His cries of missing home, cries of wanting to consume deadly drugs, and cries of longingness to be with his friends and to see Steven because they always brought him comfort. Home. 

Then he heard a knock on the door. He hesitantly crawled out of bed, dried his tears, and walked to the door. He pulled it open and Lilly was standing there. "Wh-what are you doing here?" Axl asked politely. "I noticed you had no one here and wanted to keep you company," Lilly said. This girl is too nice for her own good. Axl thought. "Um sure, I don't have anything here besides ya know what's left of rat poison," Axl said. Lilly laughed. It was a cute laugh. And Axl found himself falling hard for the little blonde-headed girl. 

Axl allowed Lilly to come inside. The house wasn't decorated yet. Axl had a couch, a chair, a bed, a TV, and a dresser. He hadn't put up pictures except one of him and Izzy and one of his dog. So the house was basically an empty nothingness. 

"Kinda looks like you just moved in here," Lilly joked. Axl chuckled. "Nah, I'm just lazy, I've been here for two years," he said. Lilly laughed. It feels like two years. Axl thought. His face soon broke out in a frown. "Are you alright?" Lilly asked. "Homesick. Very homesick," Axl said. "Oh, you really picked the wrong place. Seattle is extremely different from L.A. But you knew that," Lilly said. "It's too quiet," Axl said. Lilly nodded. "Have you ate?" she asked. "No," Axl said. "Good," Lilly said. She shrugged off her backpack and dug inside it pulling out a glass container filled with a breakfast casserole. "I brought food," she said.